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I caved and started the next chapter of Edge of Darkness, a fic that only had a handful of readers when it was current. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Anyway:
Anyway:
He habitually listened to the news in his spare time anyway, so it was no great trouble to turn the radio on. He caught the tail end of the announcers’ usual babble as he drank his tea.
“A breathtaking end to the championship,” said the first announcer. “Truly breathtaking.”
“Quite, quite,” said his counterpart. “Well, in other news, Republic City has a full council again. Taraka of the Northern Water Tribe has been appointed to Councilman Nuniq’s seat—”
Amon’s cup shattered.
“A breathtaking end to the championship,” said the first announcer. “Truly breathtaking.”
“Quite, quite,” said his counterpart. “Well, in other news, Republic City has a full council again. Taraka of the Northern Water Tribe has been appointed to Councilman Nuniq’s seat—”
Amon’s cup shattered.